I feel so hated...

I don't get it. I don't feel loved. I'm hated. I know I am. I feel it.
I feel alone. I am alone. I only trust 3 people. And one is someone
I met online. I never told anyone this, but I've been beat. Not like
getting beat in a game. I've gotten beaten by my parents when I
was little untill they died. I live with my aunt, who people think is
my mom. I also fail almost all my classes besides art. School's to
hard for me. I'm dyslexic. I escape my problems through my art
and soccer. But art I get to speak or show my pain and sorrow.
I'm to afraid to show my sad and depressing art on here. I feel
like nobody would like it. I try to draw happy things and sometimes
I am happy and I do feel loved. I wish that happened more often
though. I know I'm not alone with my fears and troubles but I
feel like I am. I'm alone with other things. I really needed to get
all of this out and I'm not dying inside I guess. I couldn't hold
this in anymore so I'm sorry if you don't like this or you think
I'm being self-centered but this is me. The me that has been
bottled up for years.